when the mood strikes by
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Sunday, March 11, 2007
helplessness.
the awkwardness.
i wish i didnt tell anyone.
why are things so complicated.
was it me who just didnt view things in simpler terms?
things would remain the same and continue this way, the equilibrium. if only i didnt utter anything.
it's tons better than this awkwardness.
i wanna get things done. i wish i had 78hours a day.
